Before his words had even faded, a hazy azure streak of light howled toward Fang Yu, carrying an immense surge of spiritual power. Even a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator would have to avoid it, not daring to face it head-on, or they would surely suffer grave injuries.
Yet this was merely a single strike from a late-Nascent Soul grand cultivator. One could well imagine just how terrifying such a cultivator was.
But faced with such a dreadful attack, Fang Yu merely reached out and pointed forward beneath Master Le's expectant gaze.
At once, a vast azure hand that covered the sky appeared above the streak of light, resembling Buddha's Five-Finger Mountain.
"Rumble!" With an earth-shaking roar, it smashed the hazy azure light apart, wiping it from existence.
The sight made Master Le turn pale. She immediately fled at top speed, as though that same attack were about to fall upon her.
However, she did not flee far. Instead, she stopped beside a middle-aged scholar, staring fearfully at the smiling Fang Yu across from them. Partly confused and partly relieved, she parted her red lips and asked the scholar beside her, "Brother Zhong, why have you returned? Did something happen?"
"Nothing. I heard that the Heavenly South people had sent another batch of cultivators to reinforce the formations across various regions, while that fellow named Tian Ku on your side had also died under strange circumstances. I was worried, so I came to take a look. At the very least, we need to give those people from the Great Jin Kingdom a reasonable explanation. We cannot do without these cultivators right now. But from the looks of it, Tian Ku likely died at this fellow Daoist's hands."
The Grand Sorcerer surnamed Zhong of the Mulan Tribe stared gravely at Fang Yu, who